AS ABELHAS FIZERAM MEL NA CAVEIRA DO LEÃO by João Franco

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AS ABELHAS FIZERAM MEL NA CAVEIRA DO LEÃO Por João Franco             Era no reinado de D. Afonso IV, rei de Portugal e dos Algarves. Período de relativa acalmia, seguindo a estabilidade que o longo governo...

SCARS AND SPITE: How Academic Labels Shaped My Education by Haile...

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Among the various essays, poems, and works that I’ve written about my education,I try to assert myself as someone rational, as someone who acknowledges her disadvantages but has grown from the pain of them....

THE LOST SOLES OF D.C. by Terry Connell

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It was an early June morning, the sun was still working its way into the eastern sky, and there I was, heading up Quincy Street, on the final stretch of my morning walk with...

AN UNEARTHLY GRACE by Peter McQuade

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The ice surface at the Mount Vernon Sports Complex—my home rink—was down for repairs that springtime Saturday evening in 1984. That meant I’d have to go to the Fairfax Ice Arena instead. If it...

THE PRICE OF GINGER – By John Davidson

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THE PRICE OF GINGERBy John Davidson “Have time for a story?” The driver looked over his shoulder. It was after midnight. After three in the time zone where I had gotten up. It would be busy...

THE CHIPPED-TOOTHED HEART By LaDonna Friesen

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THE CHIPPED-TOOTHED HEARTBy LaDonna Friesen   I pushed a button, and the rear van door beeped like a pulse. It felt hot enough inside it to be a heart. I loaded a couple cloth bags of...

NORMAL By Gina Miller-Meinema

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NORMALBy Gina Miller-Meinema  “I know this guy. Glenn? Glenn, can you hear me?”“He can’t hear you.” I say to the fireman, even though I knew it was pointless. They always kept yelling my dad’s name...

WRITER’S BLOCK AT ITS FINEST by Maria Fernanda

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Camille Bégin is an award-winning historian of food and the senses who turned to creative writing as she faced a formidable set of life-changing events. Her writing has most recently appeared in Gastronomica. Born...

CICADAS – By Katy Major

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CICADASBy Katy Major  If you live somewhere in the stretch between northeast Ohio—that’s where I am—and northwest Virginia, I don’t have to tell you: the fifth brood has emerged. You can already hear their whirr...

THE BREATH OF A TIRE by BellaBianca Lynn

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THE BREATH OF A TIREby BellaBianca Lynn Her round nose stands only about a foot or so away from the garage stairs. She seems to have had more addresses than I but the truth is, this baby...